I read this book
from page to page.
Fingertip to fingertip
we measured ourselves against
outpaced time
and crushing spirit.
The young wild one,
awake with Andromeda,
talking of dancing
and what would be a boy
and what would be a girl.
The black eyeliner
and rockabilly swinger
Cuddled together under
comfort reminders
Ambient being,
full of warmth,
waiting for brushed
looks.

I read these eyes
from look to look.
Window reminders,
up and down
cranked on the arm
of your old beaten
green car.
All the statues
were us.
Stone, marble, metal
patinated with time,
the love and anger
of rain.
Footsteps
electric crackle
and tap out
the music
of your youth.
The single song
you know is
my song, too.